The moment they stepped out of the greenhouse and onto the roof of their Bowery hide-out, the cold of the Gotham night pressed in. It did nothing to cool Selina. All she felt was how much more acutely warm her body was inside her leather bodysuit. She tugged her zipper down an inch from her collar, letting the breeze ice down her throat, and felt Ivy’s eyes there as well. Suddenly, she was even warmer. “Never?” Ivy asked, saying just enough words for her voice to lilt seductively. “Not for a long time,” Selina replied. “And not any of your business.” Selina reached out. Rested her green-nailed finger on inside the circle of her O-ring zipper. Her fingernail was cut short. The green a glossy jade. Selina could feel the warmth of sun-baked soil in her fingerprint, right through her catsuit. “I could make it my business.” “And I could let you,” Selina replied coolly. “Do,” Ivy said. Just enough words to seduce Selina.
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2015-01-04 17:00:25 +0000 UTCJohan36
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